I have a notebook that I write down my prayer requests and praises in each morning.  When the prayers are answered I go back to that entry and write, “answered” in the margin.  It’s a beautiful thing to read back at the prayer requests and see God’s hand working in so many of them.  He is so faithful! I was reading a commentary on Acts 4 and it really made me stop and think.  Peter and John had just been delivered from prison and returned to meet with fellow believers.  The believer’s prayers for deliverance had been answered and then they all prayed together. In their prayer they spoke of…

So often when I pray I will ask for a blessed day.   It just rolls off my tongue and has become a part of my morning prayer.  I do want a blessed day, but I find that sometimes I’m just saying the words because they are comforting and it feels like I’m covering my bases.   As I thought about this for a moment a question came to mind, “What would a blessed day look like?”  It made me stop and think about what I was really asking for.  What makes a blessed day?  Do things like the weather, possessions or everything going my way make it blessed?  Sometimes, yes.  In…

One morning I looked out my bathroom window and saw a beautiful large red rose even with the window.  This was amazing because the bathroom is located upstairs and that meant that the rose had a stem that was over 6 feet long. I told Tracy about the rose and how it was larger than my hand and just amazing.  I then proceed to get ready for the day.  While in the shower my mind imagined Tracy cutting the rose and quietly placing it on the bathroom sink to surprise me when I came out of the shower.  I would smile and giggle to myself just imagining the sweet gesture of…

I finished reading a book last night by Mesu Andrews called Isaiah’s Daughter.  It was a fictional book based on the story of King Hezekiah in the bible.  The bible tells how Hezekiah was ill and to the point of death.  The prophet Isaiah had been sent by God to give him the message to put his house in order because he was going to die and not recover.  After receiving the message, he turned his face to the wall and prayed to the Lord and wept bitterly.   Before Isaiah had left the court, the word of the Lord came to him telling him to go back to Hezekiah…

The bible study that I was reading the morning after my miracle was Luke 8:43-48.  The story of the woman who touched Jesus’ robe and was healed.  It was a continuation of a lesson God was teaching me.  Part of me wanted to shout from the roof what had just happened.  Another part wanted to keep my personal business private because I had seen first hand how people can treat you differently when they know you have had a medical issue.  Not to mention I was wrestling around some big questions and a bit of guilt.   God’s loving response of being healed because I trusted Him was both incredible…

Remember in yesterday’s blog how I said that I wanted to be a woman with a trusting heart and how timely the message on fear was?  Well God was going to give me an opportunity to practice becoming that woman.   Each year I make sure that I get all my preventative doctor’s appointments scheduled and completed.  I compare my test results with the previous year and always hope that the cholesterol levels and weight are better than the year before.  This year when I went to my mammogram I was given the option to have it done in 3D.  If I opted for this I would have to pay…

I read a book called Bread of Angels by Tessa Afshar.  It was a fictional story based on Lydia from the Bible.  In Acts 16:14 (MSG) the bible describes her as follows, “On the Sabbath, we left the city and went down along the river where we had heard there was to be a prayer meeting. We took our place with the women who had gathered there and talked with them. One woman, Lydia, was from Thyatira and a dealer in expensive textiles, known to be a God-fearing woman. As she listened with intensity to what was being said, the Master gave her a trusting heart—and she believed!   Lydia is…

One morning as I sat in my living room I was looking out at all the new snow and I began to take in the moment.  The Christmas tree was all lit up, Brock’s tree was decorated with memories, stockings were hung by the fireplace, the scent of cinnamon from the scented pine cones filled the air and I was warm and comfortable drinking a cup of hot coffee.  It was just perfect and I felt right at home.   Then I realized that I had stood at that same window exactly one year before looking out feeling so displaced, so exhausted, so fearful and discouraged.  It felt like a…

Technology….it’s great when it works properly or the way I would like it to.  But when it doesn’t or when my limited knowledge of it doesn’t produce the right results, it can be very frustrating.  This process of learning how to blog has been quite an adventure.  My husband told me there’s a Youtube video for just about everything and I think he’s right.   When I first started one of the options was to try creating the blog myself with the programs I had researched or I could pay someone to do it for me.  The process was intimidating so the second option looked most appealing.  But that’s not…

Moving in, where do you begin?  The house had been swept clean and the remodeling had begun.  We were living in the house during the remodeling so there would continue to be a lot of sweeping and minimal things were moved in so we could live there.   One morning as I was reading through one of my favorite commentaries, “Through the Bible with J. Vernon McGee,” I was reminded that the most important thing to do before continuing was to invite Jesus into the home.  J Vernon McGee told about a sign he had read in a friend’s home that said, “Joy is the flag that is flown in…